'Hmm... This means there must be a Desecration Church stronghold nearby. I've come to the right place.' Zhou Chen dismounted and drew a common longsword.
Seeing that he dared to resist, the Desecration Cultists sneered, "Get him! Kill him!"
...
「One minute later.」
THUD.
The last head hit the ground.
The group of Desecration Cultists who had tried to rob him were easily dispatched by Zhou Chen.
He collected the dropped coins, then snapped his fingers. Cyan Flame erupted from the ground, incinerating the bodies, bloodstains, and all other traces into ash.
Then, his face changed, and he transformed into one of the Desecration Cultists from before. Four pairs of eyes appeared on his face, shimmering with an evil darkness, and the ominous aura of the Abyss began to emanate from his body.
Zhou Chen continued deeper into the canyon, this time on foot, as none of the Desecration Cultists had been on horseback.
